By Nate Odenkirk | Staff Writer
‘Twas the night before another day inside the house
not a creature was maskless, not even a mouse.
Vital records were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes the vaccine would soon be there.
This year had been tough, but we held on with persistence,
we were together in spirit, despite social distance.
Carolers Zoomed melodies, gusto undisputed,
but it didn’t raise spirits, ‘cause they were all muted.
The kids had their Minecraft, adults had spiced rum.
The grinch was here, and his name was “Boredom.”
A savior was needed—A major reprieve,
so we stayed up late on All Vaccine’s eve.
The news had been hopeful—it made times a bit nicer,
that we may soon get a visit from Old Saint Pfizer!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sleigh appeared overhead!
With jingles, and bells, and experts, well-read.
The scientists were here, from the rooftops they’d yell:
On Fauci, on Redfield, on C.D.C. Personnel!
The vaccine has passed trial five, you see,
we’re here to spread cheer and immunity!
But not so fast! For even after we stick ya
you need to wear masks, don’t let our good news trick ya.
Be sure to keep to our merry guidelines:
Give gifts, sing songs, and avoid the airlines.
And just like that, they sped off to leave.
It was truly a magical All Vaccine’s eve.
The real gift they gave—the best gift of the year:
A visit back home, someday soon, without fear.
Happy holidays, and stay safe!
Drawings by Erin Odenkirk